Where the hub had been, a single gray cube rested on the bedrock. One inch per side. Perfectly smooth. Absolute zero on the inside. Infinity on the outside.
Dr. Aris found the lab empty. Not abandoned— empty . The air tasted of copper and déjà vu. The tech was gone, but his shadow remained, flattened against the wall like a pressed flower, still holding the cloth. drpt-030
“You can’t delete an echo,” Aris whispered. “But you can erase the source.” Where the hub had been, a single gray